“You can have it, it looks better on you anyway.” I set her down and walk toward her dresser. “Shorts or sweats? Which drawer?”
“Shorts, middle drawer.” She’s leaning back on her elbows, legs hanging off her bed, watching me with lust in her eyes. “I like you taking care of me.”
Finding a pair of shorts, I walk back over to her. “Lift your hips and let’s get that skirt off, it’s been killing me all night long.”
Doing as I ask, her hips rise. “I wore it because I knew you were coming.”
“Evil girl.” I smirk as I start unbuttoning and unzipping her skirt.
I take a deep breath as I pull it down her hips, anticipating the fabric that lays where I want to devour her.
“This feels like foreplay,” she says breathlessly, “it’s fun watching you.”
“I’ve dreamt about you, you know.” I pull the skirt past her hips and am greeted with red lace. “About how your skin would feel, about what you’d be wearing under here.” My eyes flicker between hers and her pussy that’s so close yet so far away.
She’s looking down at me, a glint of lust in her eyes. “I wore them for you.”
I feel myself hardening under my jeans again.
Knowing I won’t be able to relieve myself until tomorrow is going to be painful.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
With her skirt being fully off, I take in her bare legs, so buttery soft and creamy. Leaning down, I take her leg, kissing the inside of her thigh and take a deep inhale of the scent that lays above.
I would do anything to rip the fabric right off her, indulging myself in her pussy. But that’ll have to wait for another day because right now, I need to be a good boy and get her into her pajamas.
“Sorry,” I say, shaking my head out of the trance I was in between her legs.
Grabbing her hand, I lift her up to stand. I help her get each leg into the holes of the shorts, staring at her from my knees. What a sight to see.
“I think I like you on your knees, Henry.”
“I think I like being on my knees for you, Maisie.”
She grabs my hands and pulls me up, and now I’m towering over her, another favorite view of mine.
“This sweatshirt really does look better on you,” I say as I toy with the drawstrings.
“It does, doesn’t it?” she teases as she watches my playing hands.
I throw my head back in laughter. “We need to get you to sleep.”
“You’re still staying… right?” The look on her face is one I could never say no to.
“I’ll only leave if you ask me to.” I cup her face with my hands and watch her eyes move back and forth, watching mine. “I promise.”
We fall into bed and it feels like we’ve done this a million times with the way she folds into me, my arms wrapping around her.
Her head lays on my chest and I want to stay in this heaven forever.
As I fall asleep next to her, I can’t help but think that existing in the same lifetime as her is one of the greatest gifts I could’ve ever been given.
30
MAISIE
Ikissed Henry and he kissed me back. He didmorethan just kiss me back.
